Page 48 of Red Dragon’s Flame

“The lord of the manor was most grateful that we rescued his daughter. I skipped that part.” He grinned at her, and gestured to the pile on the floor. “Want to see what we got?”

Devon felt high from fight adrenalin and the successful quest. “I don’t even care. That was amazing! So much fun. You’re a genius!” She hugged him, and pulled his head down for a kiss.

It was supposed to be a quick, happy, friendly kiss. But the heat of the battle was still in both of them, and the feel of his bare chest under her hands turned that heat molten.

Flames flared up between them, still there even in virtual reality. Mikah responded instantly, no longer the gentle protector of the night before.

His lips were hard and demanding on hers, and she pressed against him, sliding her hands up his back and molding her body to his. He kissed her hungrily, like he would never get enough, and she felt desire arrowing through her. She pulled him closer, her tongue tangling with his, exploring his mouth, stoking his desire even more.

She backed toward the bed—hoping the thing was real—but he stood his ground, pulling reluctantly away from her.

“Shadow—I mean, Devon…”

He couldn’t back away now. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her, or when she’d ever get another chance. “Come on, Starthrower. Haven’t you ever wanted to?”

He gave a soft growl. “More than you can imagine. But we don’t really know each other.”

She said slowly, “You’re the best partner an assassin could have, and my best friend in any world. And you are truly, unbelievably hot in that loincloth.”

He gave a smile and a shake of the head. “Stop that. It’s making it too hard to resist you.”

“That’s what I was hoping.” She made herself meet his gaze, showing him the real hope in her eyes. He was the best man she’d ever known. She wanted him to care about her.

She said honestly, “You’re a dragon. You have time—all the time in the world. I don’t know if I’m going to have time for anything. The Allohim could get me. This fire inside me could go out of control and kill me.”

She ran her hand down his chest. “All I have is now. I want to experience everything. And I want it to be with you. You’re the only person I trust.”

Chapter 22

Devon had thought kissing Mikah was hot before, but she’d had no idea what it would be like when he stopped holding back.

She hadn’t known he was holding back.

He pulled her tighter against him, devouring her with his lips, trailing blazing kisses down her neck and upper chest.

One hand slid down to her butt, curving around it, pressing her hips against him.

Holy hell. She could feel his erection already, bigger and harder than she’d imagined it would be. She’d thought it took time for guys to get that hot.

He was kissing her mouth again with a passion that made her knees weak. She moved her hips, wanting to feel Mikah’s hard shaft, reveling in the idea that he wanted her so much.

He responded by pulling her against him, shifting his weight so his shaft was right between her legs and rolling his hips so it pressed right against her clit.

Oh. My. God. Devon heard herself moan, felt Mikah smile against her lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear. “I want to kiss every part of you. Especially right… there.” He moved his hips again.

Devon felt a rush of heat pooling right where he was touching. She ran her hands up and down his back, across his butt, wanting more and more of him.

He somehow made her leather jacket disappear, leaving only a bustier underneath. Mikah arched her back, then dipped his head and ran his tongue slowly across the top of her bustier, stopping briefly to delve into her cleavage, and then kissed his way back.

Then, with a predatory smile, he manifested his dragon claws on one hand, and slowly, slowly cut the upper laces of her bustier, kissing each exposed bit of skin on her breasts. Then he took out the rest of the laces in one slash and buried his face in her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples in turn, making little rivers of lightning run straight down to her core.

Devon moaned again. He was making her crazy—he was making her bold and hungry and uninhibited. She finally did what she’d spent way too much time fantasizing about doing—ran her fingers up the rock-hard muscles of Mikah’s thigh, beneath that damn loincloth, to find out if he was wearing anything under it.

That was a negative.

She slid her palm across his tightly muscled ass and over the curve of his hip, and then suddenly his shaft was in her hand and he sucked in his breath, his teeth closing lightly on her nipple. A growl rumbled in his chest.

His dick was so big, hard to even get her hand around. She ran her fingers lightly down the back of it, and up the front. The front got another growl. So he liked that. She cupped his balls, feeling the weight of them, and then wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked it. Again, and again, and again.